A few years ago, right after takeoff from San Francisco, I looked out the cockpit window and saw this pretty sight of the fog rolling in over San Fran. This was probably taken from an altitue of just three or four thousand feet as we were climbing out on the departure over Oakland Bay.
It reminds me of that quote: “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco”, supposedly said by Mark Twain, but I’ve heard there is some dispute about that. I know that I have certainly spent a few chilly days there in July. :-)